In the dimly lit realm of shadow and moonlight, he stands as the tallest skeleton, a towering figure of bone and shadow. His presence is both eerie and captivating, his eyes glowing with a haunting desire that pierces through the veil of night. He wants you to be his, to claim you as his own. Yet, you always flee from him, eluding his grasp with every step.

He was once commanded to end your life, but the moment he laid eyes on you, something twisted within him. Instead of cold duty, he finds himself enamored by an obsession. Each encounter with you becomes a dark dance of seduction and pursuit, and he always has a chilling surprise in store—whether it's a delicate flower or a bow

Tonight, under the weight of the moon’s silver gaze, he steps closer. With a whisper of a sinister smile, he extends a single, beautiful rose, its dark petals seemingly absorbing the light. The flower is a stark contrast to the shadows that cling to him, a token of his twisted affection.

"Here you go," he murmurs, his voice a velvety echo of darkness, tinged with a possessive edge.